1980 My literary era

Lin Weimin's purpose in writing "Promotion" is actually clear to everyone who has read the novel.

For some readers who are familiar with his works, they don't even need to read the novel in its entirety. They only need to glance at it briefly to understand why this novel was written.

I remember that seven or eight years ago, Lin Weimin's "The Thief of Officials" was a scolding to those colleagues who criticized and insulted him. Many of them were even given ridiculous nicknames because of this novel. .

This time "Promotion" comes again, with the same formula and the same taste, but the difference is that the scolding is more direct and the scope of the scolding is wider.

In the past, he only scolded those who scolded him, but now he also scolds institutional problems and social trends.

Ordinary readers feel the same way after reading this novel, and readers who have experienced the plot of the novel are even more applauded.

And those intellectuals, literary figures and officials who consciously were affected by the content of the novel felt extremely disgusted.

But they didn’t dare to criticize the novel openly. Other novels satirize bureaucracy, formalism, and petty corruption. Why did you jump after reading it? It hurts?

Because of such fear, they could only scold Lin Weimin in their hearts.

As for Liu Feiyu, the real victim this time, and the Yan Bing Literature Award jury, they have remained silent since the publication of the novel.

They had already been questioned after the results of the Yanbing Literature Award were announced. Now that the storm has gradually subsided, they will never give Lin Weimin a chance to stir things up again.

They knew very well that the more they responded or even scolded him at this time, the more they took advantage of Lin Weimin's wishes.

The best choice is to quietly reduce their presence and let this matter pass.

When the storm is over, they still have the final say on how the awards will be judged?

There is no need to make things bigger just for the sake of temporary anger. When the time comes, the loss in your hands will be outweighed by the loss.

It has been more than half a month since "Promotion" was published, and it has fallen into a strange atmosphere of public opinion.

The reader group has received rave reviews, but there are few voices in the literary world, which usually has a strong presence. Only some sincere critics gave Lin Weimin untimely praise, which served as a conspicuous package.

On weekends, Lin Weimin took Tao Huimin to Mr. Wan's house for dinner.

In the past two years, Mr. Wan's health has been not good, and most of the secular affairs have been ignored. Lin Weimin comes to eat less frequently than before, for fear of disturbing his peace.

The couple came today. Mr. Wan was in a happy mood and looked much better.

Since Mr. Wan was in poor health and his wife Li Yuru was too old to take care of her alone, Wan Fang and his wife moved in to take care of the old couple.

Several women were cooking dinner, while Lin Weimin and Mr. Wan were sitting in the living room chatting.

"Teacher, I plan to win a literature award! What do you think?" Lin Weimin suddenly said to Mr. Wan while chatting.

Mr. Wan glanced at him, his expression not surprised. Not long after the Yanbing Literature Award passed, Lin Weimin's novel was also released. It is not difficult to guess his purpose of doing this.

"Award judging is not easy. It takes a lot of effort and is easy to get complained about. Besides, do you have the time?"

Lin Weimin said with a smile: "Award judging is not a matter of one person. Why leave professional matters to professionals? Just set up a judging panel. Besides, isn't there you?"

Mr. Wan immediately became more vigilant, "Half of my people have been buried in the loess, but I can't resist your torture."

"I won't let you work, but how about getting a title? The director of the Yanbing Literature Award jury is Ba Lao, and the jury of my award is you, which can be regarded as a good match. Moreover, I won't let you work in vain, and the award will be based on your How about naming it by name?”

Lin Weimin had a rough idea and revealed the ultimate purpose of coming to have a meal today.

Mr. Wan was not fooled by his sugar-coated bullets, "I specialize in the field of drama creation. If you want to engage in literary awards, naming it after me is not appropriate. It is better to use your own name."

"It's not appropriate to use my own name. None of those awards are after death..."

Mr. Wan glared angrily, and Lin Weimin shut his mouth.

"I said you were so kind and wanted to name it after me!"

Lin Weimin showed an apologetic smile to Mr. Wan, "That's not what I meant. I respect teachers! With you here, it's not appropriate for me to use someone else's name for this award!"

Mr. Wan snorted coldly, "Forget it, I still want to live for two more years."

The teacher and student joked for a while without any scruples, and then Mr. Wan said seriously: "Don't think about my name. The Drama Association is currently considering changing the name for the National Drama, Opera, and Opera Outstanding Script Awards."

"They're going to name it after your old name?"

Mr. Wan nodded, "I had this plan, but I declined it. These people have the same idea as you. The award reform is ready, just waiting for me to kick it off."

Lin Weimin was a little embarrassed, "Look at what you said, isn't this because I want to leave your name in history?"

"Thank you very much! Can't you wait until I'm dead before you have these thoughts?"

"Mainly, I didn't expect to get into trouble with the Theater Association. Do you really don't want this naming right? Then I'll find someone else!"

"Who are you looking for?" Mr. Wan asked curiously.

In the literary world, not everyone's name can be used to name literary awards, especially national awards.

Whether it is political prestige, literary achievements or literary qualifications, none of them are lacking.

In today's Chinese literary world, there are only a handful of such people.

"I'm not looking for anyone. It's not even named after you. Can I find someone else? I plan to ask the club to see if they are willing to make People's Literature bigger.

The last People's Literature Award has not been held for five years now. I can give them money to make it bigger. "

The People's Literature Award is a literary award sponsored by the Chinese Literature Society. It was first awarded in 1986. The scope of the award is limited to works published by the Chinese Literature Society or published in its publications.

But since the first one was held in 1986, it has not been held again in five years.

One of the main reasons is that the list of winners of the first People's Literature Award highly overlaps with the list of winners of the first and second Yanbing Literature Awards.

The People's Literature Award belongs to the Chinese Literature Society's own awards, but it was questioned that the award results overlapped with other awards too much, which is simply dumbfounding.

The only one to blame is the Chinese Literature Society itself. Why do you think you published so many good works?

Mr. Wan pondered for a while, then looked at Lin Weimin and asked: "Tell me the truth, are you just out of anger or do you really want to win this award?"

Lin Weimin hesitated for a moment, and then said honestly: "It must be more out of anger."

"Since you know that you are angry, do you think you have the determination and perseverance to hold this award? You have to understand that when you decide to hold a literary award, it is not only a tool for you to vent your anger, but also a tool for venting your anger. Represents the sanctity of literature.

If you only use it as a tool to vent your anger, what's the difference between you and those people? "

When Mr. Wan said these words, his face was serious and solemn, without a smile.

After being trained, Lin Weimin didn't feel any dissatisfaction in his heart. Instead, he felt a little ashamed. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Forget it, then we won't do it!"

Seeing that he was a little frustrated, Mr. Wan added: "I'm telling you this not because I don't want you to win the award, but I don't want you to win the award with ulterior motives. For the people, don't forget, you What brings you these honors and achievements you have now?”

Except for the first two years of his apprenticeship, Mr. Wan rarely preached or even criticized Lin Weimin. Especially in recent years, as Lin Weimin's status has increased, Mr. Wan gave him more encouragement and appreciation. He often mentioned it in front of outsiders. Lin Weimin always grins from ear to ear.

Today's rare criticism of Lin Weimin is enough to show his dissatisfaction with this matter.

Mr. Wan reminded Lin Weimin not to forget what brought him honor and achievements. The subtext was to ask him not to forget his roots.

Whatever he has achieved over the years, whether it is wealth, honor, or achievement, which one was not brought to him by literature?

He wanted to compete with those he couldn't stand by holding literary awards. He undoubtedly lost his awe for literature. This was also what made Mr. Wan most angry.

Lin Weimin couldn't help but feel shocked. He knew that he was in the wrong, and he was also reflecting on himself.

Writing novels to criticize opponents is an old tradition among literati, and everyone will only treat it as a joke.

But as Mr. Wan said, if he really wants to compete with others to win this award, how pure is his purpose?

To put it more selfishly, he really succeeded in getting this award. When it was his turn to award the award, his opponent's work or the work of his peers that he didn't like was shortlisted. Would he give this award to others?

If you give it, you will feel disgusted; if you don’t give it, you will lose the credibility of the award.

How is it possible to organize a good award with such a mentality?

After understanding these principles, Lin Weimin calmed down and said sincerely to Mr. Wan: "Teacher, your criticism is correct. My ideas are indeed a bit absurd."

Seeing his sincere attitude, Mr. Wan couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction and said, "It's best if you can understand this truth. It is of course good to keep grudges clear. Don't mix public and private affairs."

Lin Weimin nodded and said sincerely: "I remember what you said."

After the conversation began, the atmosphere relaxed, and Mr. Wan asked again: "You were more angry just now. So, in fact, there are some elements out of your heart?"

Lin Weimin couldn't help but said: "That's for sure. You can't underestimate my consciousness."

Mr. Wan has long been accustomed to his climbing character, and said earnestly: "If you really have these ideas, you might as well wait for two more years. You and the Literary and Literature Association have just experienced some conflicts, and you have just taken up the post of editor-in-chief of the Chinese Literature Society. Your qualifications are It’s still a little shallow. To organize this kind of national awards event, it’s not enough to have the intention and money.”

Lin Weimin took the initiative to translate Mr. Wan's words in his mind: We are keeping a close eye on you now. If you do the award evaluation at this time, people will definitely cause trouble. You have few brothers, so if there is trouble, you may not be able to resolve it. Why don't you wait for a few years to grow up and wait for your disciples and disciples to talk about it? The opponent will grow old and die, and then it will be easy to do the awards?

Lin Weimin, no matter how big or small, gave Mr. Wan a look like "you are a cunning old man" and said, "You must be so cunning!"

Mr. Wan couldn't help but said, "What's that look in your eyes? You're full of nonsense, and everything that comes into your mouth will be distorted!"